Epigram, An

With Celia talking, Pray, says I,
Think you, you could a husband want,
Or would you rather choose to die
If Heav'n the blessing should not grant?

Awhile the beauteous maid look'd down,
Then with a blush she thus began:
" Life is a precious thing I own,
But what is life — without a man? "
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